Do You See?
It’s heartening that quite a few friends and cohorts read my blog, especially for the poetry. And they tell me about it, if not on the blog, but in emails and messages. Ever since I took down my own “unpublished poetry page” owing to some incidents of plagiarism, mainly encountered by my other poet-friends (reported with solid evidence), and discontinued the old blog, I’m coming back slowly with this new site. Still not putting up my new work. But poetry is there for all who are interested.
For one, some of the posts (and I apologise for making my reflections obscure at times…) are cross-posted by friends on their pages/forums. That makes me happy. Poetry is for sharing and taking out far and wide, not an elitist discipline to be mulled over by literary eggheads alone.
I must say though, this blog is not meant to instruct. I can’t teach poetry. I can talk poetry. Learning comes from examining poetry through different lenses, not just textbook rules of rhetoric and prosody.
Recently, my post on MARINA TSVETAEVA was cross-posted by a friend. That poem, “Where does such tenderness come from?”, has much to offer in terms of voice, structure and the arrangement of categories. Also, since I situated it in the context of a discourse aimed at another literary period, the poem strikes at the root of “imagination”, worded by the refrain (note also the use of parentheses in that poem) marked by interrogation.
So, I have another Tsvetaeva tonight:
“from “Poems for Blok” BY MARINA TSVETAEVA
NEW VERSIONS FROM THE RUSSIAN BY ILYA KAMINSKY AND JEAN VALENTINE
What appeals to me in this poem how a phonetic category — the proper name — plays out in the poet’s imagination and creates further ‘phonation’. I’m quite tempted to add my “obscure personal” angle to it. But let it be this time.
I laughed out r-e-a-l-l-y loud to have received this surprise message from a young poet-translator friend who wrote: “Are you done dazzling the Scots? Come back to India soon; we miss you…”
My role as ‘madame chaperon’ to smart kids (no offence at all to their intellect) is perhaps acted out with responsibility after all!
Someone asked for my Charles Wallace reading pics. There aren’t too many, I’m afraid. And my favorite photo is a VERY blurry one. For your delight then:
Had to add this.
Suddenly I realised that both yesterday and today I’ve been wearing my clothes inside out. That’s how I went out to the department here… And no one even noticed! Indicates no one’s really watching me closely, or at least, my clothes. Well, even if anyone did, I wouldn’t know.
Honestly, something’s wrong with me. Something…!